The beauty of
a poem is directly proportional
to the pain
you have felt
the choicest words
are those which are
sounding like
lament
the cuts of each line
are griefs multiplied
like the geometry of
ice
feel the chill
and the trembling
in the winter of
your soul
would you like to write the
most beautiful poem tonight?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem